The hour had passed, it was finally time.
A vicious roar engulfed the atmosphere of the Bosque capital. Families were huddled together uniformly shaking in fear. There were tears streaming down the eyes of many, the quiet sobs turned the once lively Pith into a haunted city.
The wind blew fiercely that night but all it did was highlight the empty streets and blow terror into those that were unfortunate enough to witness it. Still, their mind lay elsewhere.
There was a monster in the sky, but not any old monster, a dragon.
Though the legends of old did not carry over to the present, the mountain of corpses Pyre left on his way over was enough to form a new legacy. The horror of the dragon race and more specifically the brutality of the fire dragon was announced to the world anew.
